Yoga can be bad for your health

Yoga is about mind and body together, perfection of it is when the two merge to become one,

the senses becoming more than their sum.  Layton Hemmings had been pursuing it since

she was a young teenager.  She was still doing so, being a FORCE agent had allowed that

pursuit a rapid acceleration.  The cool morning air allowed her body and mind to breathe. 

She always practiced in the nude, even in cold weather, several teachers had told her it

brought the two forces together, one lending the other strength so balance was achieved.  

Layton never thought about her positions, she just moved, the key was flow, smooth transitions,

letting the adjustment from one position to the other be just as mindful as the end result.  Her

body slowly unfolded itself, like a flower in the morning light.  She turned herself to the sun and

reached for it, her lithe body stretching up, ever upward to the light while remaining rooted in the

ground.  Her Eagle Claw Headstand was as graceful unfolding as an eagle soaring in the sky.

Layton made it look effortless, her sinuous form, still and sumptuous so that even the flowers

paled in comparison.  

She went into deep meditation, her breathing controlled and sparse, her form motionless, likethat of a snake just before it strikes.  

The suppressed HK M13 fired two shots, both hitting their target.  Layton unravelled her coiled

form, slowly lowered her legs in front of her, then raised her torso, picking up the gun as she came up.

‘People always assume that meditation blocks out the outside world, that you become inwardly

focused so much that you aren’t aware of your surroundings any longer.  Well, that as you can

see and more importantly, in your case, feel TRIDENT agent is false,’ Layton offered as she

walked toward him, her foot stepping on his gun just as he was about to grab it.  ‘Oh no, you had

your chance and blew it,’ she added, sweeping his pistol away as he lay on the ground both his

knees blown away from her weapon.

‘I don’t like my workout routine interrupted as you can tell.  Normally, I forgive and forget, but

there are always exceptions and TRIDENT is one.  I could hear you coming a long way off. 

The deeper I go into myself the more of the outside world I hear and become part of, you never

had a chance, you just thought you did.  You would have had a better chance taking me any

other time and it would have been more interesting, same ending, but more interesting and surely

more intimate, but not to be.  So here we are, My meditation is ruined, your knees are gone, I have

a flight to catch to continue my mission, you can’t escape, killing you with my yoga is out of the

question, you’re a mess, so that just leaves this,’ Layton said putting the suppressor against his

forehead and pulling the trigger.  

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Sixth Dance

‘Well this is a tab embarrassing,’ Stacy Turner said as he walked into the

middle of her performance.  

The man hesitated for a moment, but did not withdraw from the suite.  Stacy watched him search for words as his eyes stayed transfixed on the two naked female bodies seething on the floor.  Stacy didn’t blame for staring, if all their circumstances were reversed she probably would have done the same thing, but just for a second, then she would have tried to separate her two fictitious males with her naked form, but that was her and training helped.  She knew by his reaction he had none, but she could also tell from his reaction he was most definitely aroused, and quickly.  

'I had hoped to finish her before you got here, but she’s proving stubborn, she has a hard shell coating, a suspect from the bath she was taking when I got here, a prelude to a poisonous body lotion to kill you with during sex, I suspect.  I just need to work on her to crack the shell then my powder can go to work.’

‘Don’t listen to her, she is a FORCE agent sent to kill you!  We intercepted the coed message and I was sent to stop her.  If she kills me, you’ll be next, kill her now!, the other said in a panic.

‘Oh, you’re only saying that because you're losing,’ Stacy honeyed.

He was mesmerised by the scene, two naked women entangled in a dance of death only one would win.  The one who spoke to him was winning, her body held the other woman, a much bigger opponent, but firm and strong, her tensing muscles showing she was fit and taut.  The duo shuddered and twisted on the form, like two coiling snakes.  The bigger woman twisted to escape, her powerful form trying to countersink herself into the other, it was then he recognized her.

She was the Admin for The Director of Planning, Namitha Kapoor was her name.  He remembered it was always rumoured she was a little more than that, now it appeared to be so, but what was she doing here and what of this other woman?  He needed to think but he was lost in the erotic contest before him.  

Stacy Turner saw the look on his face out of the corner of her eye.  He clearly knew her.  Stacy explained the situation quickly as Namitha rested, she was not sure he believed it or even heard all she said, so fascinated with the scene playing out.  

‘I need something from you?’ she said as she worked her form around the Admin. then twisted her.  ‘This should stretch and strain your shell honey.  ‘I need you to kiss me,’ she smiled at him.  ‘For luck and for energy.’

‘Don’t do it, she’s probably wearing poisonous lipstick, I told you she was sent to kill you, I was sent to stop her,’ Namitha exclaimed.

‘That argument again?  I admit that is a possibility you need to consider, but I can help you come to a decision,‘ Stacy explained.

Stacy seized the opportunity and kissed Namitha, just a peck at first, then another.  Namitha had no reaction.

‘No drugged lipstick, just my regular soft coral shade,’ Tracy explained.  ‘Care for another taste, I thought so.’

Stacy pecked and touched and delivered kiss after kiss as he watched, his cock throbbing in his pants.  The FORCE woman used the intimate moment to contract certain parts of her opponent's form.

‘Come kiss me, it will give you a taste for later when it’s just the two of us,’ Stacy soothed.  

He did as requested, how could he refuse.  In truth he would have liked to have kissed both of them, Namitha perhaps more given her situation, fantasies exploding inside his head about how she would use her lips to entice him into freeing her or holding his lips to hers to arouse her nemesis into making a mistake, still another part of him wanted to be the prey caught in between these two sexy predators, feeling every move of their soft forms, being swallowed in their sinuous flexibility as consumed him.  His cock beat harder.

‘Mmm, nice,’ Stacy purred.  ‘That was just what I needed,’ she added with a smile crossing her lips in a hungry way.  ‘You should get comfortable, we’ve been at this for a while and will be for some time, your would be assassin is a hard nut to crack, so to speak, but she’s trapped, no matter how she struggles, what wiles she employs, how she sways and slithers against me, my body is silk and steel and as flexible as a python as you can see and she can feel.’

Without realising it he had started to remove his clothes.  Stacy’s talk, body and kiss hypnotising him.  During that time he watched her work, the long sloping curve of her calves, round firm thighs, tensing, contracting, searching columns of strength and alluring beauty as they slipped deeper into her opponent.  The strong back and arms, firm breasts, hard pink nipples, magnificent thick highlighted hair. 

Stacy concentrated on Namitha, but she could feel his eyes on her, she knew she had him, but the female was proving harder to seduce, but not impossible.  Stacy wetted Namitha’s ear with her tongue, her hot breath and steaming passion a very effective lock pick.  

He watched in ecstasy as Stacy heated up his assassin, her mouth slipping around the neck of the captivated woman for bites and slakes of her tongue.  He watched as Stacy moved to Namitha’s mouth and they kissed, his hand unconsciously falling between his legs.  Stacy slightly shifted her body, he watched her delicate movements, his hand slowly stroking his member.  He knew something was coming, but she was clearly not in a hurry.  She slowed her kisses and worked, so did his hand.  

Stacy lashed her body taking Namitha with her as he watched in shock at her speed and grace as her body entangled and held his assassin in a 69 her head secured between her legs.  Stacy had positioned them so he could watch her work.  She smiled at him and lowered her head.

A low moan filled the room as Stacy worked her tongue inside as he worked his wand.  Namitha writhed and bucked, succumbing in seconds as Stacy pulled away and smiled.  

‘That’s better honey, I felt your shell crack a little, amazing what a tongue can accomplish. Enjoy your orgasms, they are your undoing, as you move I contract and your wide fits of pleasure add further strain to your defensive barrier.  Shall both of us continue,’ Stacy ended and looked at him.

Stacy unlocked her opponent with little trouble, her body tightening with every squirm and sway of her opponent. The woman administered her several more pleasurings before she surfaced.

‘There, your shell is fractured in multiple locations.  My powder is penetrating your skin now, hopefully it kills you before my body does.  Our long struggle and our hot wet bodies have reduced the potency, so I’m not sure, what I am sure of is, my knot is deeply embedded, even your incredible body, with all its curvaceous ability cannot escape me.  I can tell your spent sexually, but not physically, your moving in my body, a dangerous thing to do, but I’m even more dangerous.’

Stacy closed around her paradise and languidly kissed about before a tongue hot inserted and held her clitoris.  Namitha used her body to tip them, but Stacy held firm.  He watched her wonderful ass raise and shift in the about in quick twitches as she constricted.  Every part of him wanted this woman to do something deadly to him, the chance to feel her body, her skill, even tempting death seemed worth the price as he watched her work.  She quivered inward again and again the stilled and rolled them back to the initial position then twisted sharply left then right and relaxed releasing the dead woman.  

‘Go and take a shower, I need to make a phone call to get rid of her.  A dead body can be a real mood killer.  After you, then me, I need to wash off the residue before we talk.  I sincerely hope you saved a little for me?’ she said looking at his wire.  Before he could say anything Stacy bent over and took his tip in her mouth, he hardened instantly, she smiled, turned away and made  her phone call as he made for the bathroom.

‘I plan on making multiple withdrawals,’ she said over her shoulder as he vanished into the bathroom.  

The body was removed, Stacy took her shower and prepared.  

‘That’s a tad conservative don’t you think?’ he said nervously as she propped herself on the edge of the bed.  ‘I mean I have seen you naked.’ he said, looking at her in heels and his shirt. 

‘You’ve been a good boy, you deserve something to unwrap,’ she smiled and walked to him, the sway of her hips mesmerising.  Stacy slipped herself elegantly out of her heels, held his eyes, folded  herself onto the edge of the bed, leaned forward a hand slipping under the sheets then around his swollen member.

‘I don’t think it matters what I wear!  You have the same reaction.  Don’t look embarrassed, I take it as a really great compliment,’ she smiled, then withdrew her hand.

‘I imagine many enemy agents have that reaction to you?’ he offered as a way of lessening being caught.

‘I wouldn’t know much about that,’ Stacy answered.

‘But you’re a FORCE agent?’

‘Oh, heavens no.  I mean I’ve had the training, but I’m not an active agent by any means.  I think it's more than time I introduced myself.  Stacy Turner, Internal Accounting Control and you’re Leason Grey, I’m sorry I don’t know the corporate name for money laundering, but that’s your job at TRIDENT and you are in danger, mortal danger, my former opponent, just the beginning.  I think you know that, that’s why you didn’t help her.

After more talking he came to an inescapable conclusion.

‘Doesn’t seem like I have a choice, he said in a resigned voice.

‘You always have choices.  You could go back to TRIDENT, but given the circumstances of tonight, I don’t think they’ll be in a forgive and forget frame of mind and I wonder how brutal they’ll be next time.  I mean death is still death, but there are degrees of it and sending a female, a sexy one at that and her means of finishing you, well there are worse ways to go.  Next time will be different.  You could go into hiding, but realistically do you have the resources for that and for how long?  Anyone can be found these days, what with facial recognition and CCTV.  Finally, there’s come with me and FORCE.  So as I see it those are your options,’ Stacy explained.

‘What if I can’t remember what it is I’m supposed to have knowledge of?  What then?’

‘Work for FORCE, bit you were ever an agent and you have that moral, good/bad conflict to sort out.  Besides, you’d be surprised what we good guys and gals are capable of, both in business and in pleasure.  Speaking of pleasure,’ she smiled, then they heard footsteps in the other room.  Stacy gave him a quick wink and a word in his then waited, listened then made her move, just not the one he was expecting.  

Stacy began kissing him then as the bedroom door opened her leg was just slithering over top of him and she moved into place.

‘What the hell!’ she said and climbed off of him as he lay motionless.  ‘I was just about to finish him and I don’t need an audience, sex is a participation not a spectator sport,’ she added making she how she displayed herself to this entrant was distracting and pleasing.  ‘Who are you and what are you doing here?’ she demanded.

‘When she didn’t check in I was sent to find out why and finish the job,’ he answered, which told Stacy what she wanted, that he was an outside hire, simply because he answered her.  No real agent would do that; they would just have killed them both.

‘She’s dead, I killed her earlier, before he arrived.  She was in on his plan, to steal the laundered money, that’s what he does for TRIDENT.  Fortunately, we don’t trust easily, I was sent as back up, insurance if you will.  Stacy Turner, Executrix Section.  What a screw up and also a mood killer,’ she added, slipping herself off the side of the bed in a most provocative manner, showing more of her legs and ass, the shirt slipping back into place as she stood facing him.  ‘As you can see I had things well in hand, he was drugged and I was just about to apply myself to finish the job when you showed up,’ she stated, beginning to do up the buttons on the shirt.  

Her strategy of authouritive statements and sexual distraction was working.  He was hesitant.

‘Well no need for me anymore, you might as well collect your full fee. I get paid regardless, he’s all yours,’ she added while picking up her heels and walking over to him.

He raised his gun,

‘Thew! Thew!’

Stacy smiled as he fell at her feet.

‘Excellent acting,’ she said walking over to him, a small soft kiss to his lips.  ‘A woman’s heels are not just for making our legs look better, they can conceal a myriad of weapons, in this case a small calibre gun in each heel point.  True killer heels,’ she explained.  ‘Now we need to go.  All of what I said was a lie, except for the mood killer part.  There’s always later when you're safe.’ 

Fifth Dance

‘I took the liberty of upgrading your accommodation, by adding me.  My

credentials are on the dresser beside you,' Tina Samuels said as she

slithered off the desk taking steps toward him. 

He looked nervous as he read and tried to back away, but her arms were already around his neck.  'Don't tell me you're afraid of girls,' she added.  'You’re in the wrong profession in that case.  Think of this as a typical business meeting and me as a TRIDENT agent.  I for one enjoy role play, but it's no fun playing alone, all the dress options are casual, as you can tell.  First up then, introductions, I know you read my card, but the polite thing is for me to introduce myself personally.  Tina Samuels, I hope you can forgive my indiscretion, maybe this will help,’ Tina purred as she kissed him.  

It was slow and wonderful, her skill on complete display until he suddenly pulled away.

‘Well I’ve never had that reaction before!’ she pondered with a smile, her arms still around him as she looked into his eyes.  ‘You look worried,’ she added, then paused with a knowing smile forming on her lips.  ‘Oh, nothing to worry about, if I wanted you dead it would already be too late.  My kiss would have done the trick, but you know that, yet somehow you let me give you one anyway.  A foolish thing in this game, I don’t blame you, even experienced agents let it happen.  Do you want to know why, Tina smiled as he acknowledged with a nod he did.

‘First the shirt, an endlessly effective weapon of distraction.  It displays the female form, particularly the legs perfectly, especially with heels, as I did and it worked, I got my arms around you, from there the kiss was easy.’

‘Well you are an extremely attractive woman, even if you are an enemy agent, he answered, his arms pressing a little tighter around her hips.

‘Easy tiger, there’s time for that later, but thank you for the compliment, both the one for the looks and being an agent.  To set the record straight I’m not an active agent, I am what my card says I am, but I have taken the odd mission here and there, mostly as a specialised sexual assassin.  For instance, take that kiss I gave you.  Now I could have been wearing a poisonous lipstick and I have done so in the past, it's quick, easy, but such a waste, from my end I mean.  All the preparation, hair, make up, the clothes, such as they are, then one kiss and it's over, a girl deserves better,’ Tina smiled, then gave him another kiss.  

‘I prefer a long seduction, savouring the moment if you will, complete the assignment all without the target being aware each intimate motion brings them a step closer to death, Tina explained as her arms shifted about his neck before she pressed against him for another long slow kiss.

‘Who knows I could be enjoying that moment right now.  So far I’ve kissed you, very pleasurably, three times.  There is such a thing as delayed poison.  It comes in two variants, a weak poison that builds up in the system with each kiss and what’s called by female agents, Cover Girl. A clear coating applied over the fatal shade that slowly wears off. But, none of that applied to here, as I said before, besides, I don’t need it, I could have just as easily finished you with my bracelet,’ she said showing him.

‘Touch this side and a needle appears, drug of choice,  Touch the other side and viola, the end of a strangulation wire, perfect for close embraces.  You could however do a combination, a paralysing or muscle relaxant drug and substitute the strangulation wire for a spool of contracting twine to wrap the stricken victim in, or of course, we I could just use my body to kill you in so many different ways, it would take too long to explain them all and it would kill the mood.  Now where were we,’ Tina smiled as she kissed him again.  ‘One of us is a tad overdressed,’ she suggested and undid his belt and pants before working up his chest on each button of his shirt.  Her eyes locked on him as she worked.  Tina opened it and slipped her hands inside.  ‘I’m glad to feel TRIDENT has a fitness plan.’

She deftly undressed him then shifted herself to straddle and positioned herself.

‘No need to be in a hurry, let gravity do our bidding,’ she said as they caressed and kissed one another.  

She was impressed with his control and his size as she encapsulated herself around him in a slow pleasurable descent until she was fully impaled.  He undid her shirt, her graceful motion shedding it as they began.  

Tina slipped off him after a while.  Between sessions they had talked and he was convinced, the sex and her a sealing the discussion.  They showered and prepared to leave when a series of noises that seemed to be coming from across the hotel hallway reverberated in their room, he panicked, Tina walked to the hallway table, opened the drawer.  ‘Not meant for you if you didn’t agree,’ she smiled.  ‘This is a blunt method, I prefer softer and subtler means of persuasion, each has its place, in this case, we need blunt.’

‘Why…’ he started to say.

‘In the wrong room,’ she finished.  ‘Because that’s where you're officially registered.  We played a little with the hotel’s booking system before and after the fact.  We knew they’d be coming.  I had hoped to avoid this, but, well our conversation,’ she smiled.  ‘Took a little longer and was very in depth,’ she added with a smile of satisfaction.    

‘When I nod open the door and don’t come out from behind it until I say so!  Understand?’ she commanded, switching off the safety.

She gave him the sign, she disappeared, a few seconds later, two muffled sounds, like that of a flat hand hitting a counter came to his ears, a door closed and she was back.

‘We need to check out, where there’s two there’s always a few more.  My car is in the underground parking.  Here, put this in your satchel,’ Tina said, putting the safety back on.  She grabbed her clutch, the passcards and they were gone.  

‘Stay right with me,’ she told him in the elevator.  

He was filled with a combination of fear and arousal, both mixed together in a strange cocktail.  He was of course fearing for his life while at the same time excited that he mattered enough to be killed and that, he of all people, a boring specialised accountant might be harbouring some top secret intel worthy of being killed for.  Then, there was her.  Tina, a sexy fantastic lover who was his protector, but he imagined her also as a lethal killer, the brew was very inviting.  He felt his arousal growing so he concentrated on something, anything else.

‘I’ll have your car brought up, Miss Samuels,’ the front desk woman said and picked up the phone.

‘I think it would be best for all concerned if you didn’t make that call,’ Tina said, the gun poking out from her leather jacket.  ‘Come round the desk dear.  There’s a good TRIDENT agent.  Now we’ll all just go to the stairwell together.  Think of trying anything, I’ll blow your head off right here and it would be a pity to have to replace this carpet.’

The trio man their way down the stairs, the woman in front, Tina behind her and her charge behind her. 

‘Open the door, go on, I insist!’ Tina said.

How did you know I was a TRIDENT agent?’  She asked, opening the door and walking through.

‘For one, this hotel operates on 3 eight hour shifts, not two 12 hour ones, as most do.  When I checked in the front desk had just come on and should still be here.  Tell me she’s ok?’ Tina demanded.

‘Just drugged and tied up,’ the woman answered.

‘Right and straight,’ Tina ordered.

They walked on for thirty seconds or so before Tina told all to stop.  She clicked the remote in her pocket, the doors unlocked and the car started.  

‘Passenger side,’ Tina said softly to him as he scrambled to it.

‘Old car for an old lady,’ the woman said boring holes in Tina.

‘I prefer the term classic,’ Tina countered.  ‘Now for two.  You’re no TRIDENT agent, merely a trainee and a bad one at that, basic mistake, but correctable, but that choice is up to you,’ she continued.  ‘Hold out your hand, palm up.’

‘If I refuse?’

‘Then I’ll kill you,’ Tina answered coldly, pointing the gun at her.  ‘You have a choice, a bullet to the head or a jab of my ring and a nice nap for a few hours.  Five, four, three..’ Tina counted as the woman stepped forward then lunged for the gun.

Tina let it go, the young woman over stepped, lost her balance and stumbled forward.  Tina pulled one of the zippers on the jacket, it spooled a long piece of black cord.  Tina seized the other end with her free hand and wrapped it around the girl's neck, once for control and a second for good measure then kicked the back of her knee taking her legs out from her.  

‘Foolish little girl!’ Tina stated as her knee braced into the back of the neck and she pulled hard.  It was over quickly.  Tina casually walked over, picked up the gun, walked back and put a round in her head.

Tina made a few calls then turned to him.

‘You’ll be spending the night at my place,’ she smiled.

‘He wasn’t sure to be happy or worried about that.

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